Chris Cornell - Killing Birds Lyrics
I Learned Long Ago'bout A Better Way Of Killing BirdsAnd What It Means When They Die In My HandsLike A Strangled HeartIt Never Made Much Sense To MeWhy I'd Need To Know The Best Way To Do ThatBut You Have To Love The Murderer I've BecomeAs I'm Standing Here In Front Of YouStanding Right In Front Of YouStanding Here In Front Of YouKilling BirdsI've Spent My YouthBreaking Down The Walls My Father BuiltJust Like He Did To His Father Before HimBut Then I Had No HomeSo I Tried To Make A Better OneIt Looked Just Like His, So I Burned It Down AgainNo There Ain't A Long Parade Of IdiotsAs I'm Standing Here In Front Of YouStanding Right In Front Of YouStanding Here In Front Of YouKilling BirdsYou Don't Have To Love The Murderer I've BecomeIf I Could Spin A WebI Would Sit And Wait For YouI Wouldn't Need A Stone, I'd Just Poison You And Tie You UpAnd You Would Be A BirdA Beautiful Cresent OneAnd Your Eyes Would BegBut I'm Just Doing My JobStanding Here In Front Of YouStanding Right In Front Of YouStanding Here In Front Of YouStanding Right In Front Of YouStanding Here In Front Of YouStanding Right In Front Of YouStanding Here In Front Of YouKilling Birds
